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[leftistbeanpole]

At 1658, Dr. Llewellyn Jordan leaves his office, humming tunelessly under his breath, bag slung over his shoulder, tie loosened, jacket folded over his arm

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[gabriel_tam]

It's not that long, all things considered, before Gabriel Tam comes strolling casually along one of the paths.

"Dr. Jordan." A polite smile. "Nĭ hăo ."

[leftistbeanpole]

Jordie glances up -- and grins.

"The black dog runs at midnight," he intones.

[gabriel_tam]

"The lark sings all day long."

He looks visibly amused.

[leftistbeanpole]

"I'm just depressed that literal cloaks and daggers weren't involved." He closes the datapad and leans down to stow it in his bag. "Well. Now that you're here."